Nothing Makes any Sense

Finally, I could feel the tension of being a college student - I have this so called assignments. I even don't have the time to update this blog anymore. But living oddly like this is fun rather than bumming yourself away - it makes you feel like you're alive, being stressed.

Whenever I go to school, I always think of it as a daily routine already, waking up early because my classes usually start at 7 AM, being a bit sleepy with some next subjects though I could still understand them, then eating anywhere I want to, having classes again and leaving the room where I'm stuck to wait for my sister because I don't want to go home alone. God, I'm afraid of commuting alone. By the way, I have seven subjects. School's doing good.

I quite like to join a lot of organizations. I'll try choir, writer's guild, community service, photography and of course, COD, which is the most required organization I have to join. They said we should join a lot of organizations, anyway.

I had a secret crush on this irregular classmate in one of my classes. My professor asked where is he from and he said he was from UST (Tourism) and had just transferred at my university for some reasons he didn't bother to explain so maybe he's an upper-class now, thinking of the credits he achieved from his former subjects. God, probably some will know it by now. But whatever, he's my current crush.

I had my daily routine every after class because, again, I still have to wait for my sister. I'll probably be in the Inook or in the Library. At least, I could surf the net and/or study in a quiet place. And I'm not really bored, since some of my friends don't want to go home early either so I have companions.

My sister isn't updating her blog. I'm going to write a fanfiction with lots of conflicts - you'll get confused - but I'll still try. College is not that bad at all.

Nothing makes any sense.